You Are Taking Crazy Pills If You Miss Being Pregnant
I did not like being pregnant at all. The kicker was, I had a great pregnancy experience without any health issues to speak of. Iâ€™m not here to bragâ€”Iâ€™m just stating facts that prove that even though my pregnancies were â€œuneventful,â€ I still wasnâ€™t having a good time. I was more than happy to see that nine month stretch of uncertainty go, and I do not miss it one bit.
Of course, since I didnâ€™t want to annoy all of the other pregnant or previously-pregnant women in my life with my #firstworldproblems, I mostly kept these thoughts to myself. I secretly counted down each week until my due date with my husband, waiting in anticipation for the day when my body would be my own again. While I did deeply love and dream about my sons in utero, I just wanted to see them in real life. I just wanted to get to the finish line.
Now, I do appreciate the fact that pregnancy is beautiful and miraculous. Itâ€™s pretty cool to create life and push it out of your body. But I did not enjoy the process. I guess Iâ€™m a control freak, but I didnâ€™t love painstakingly monitoring my body and worrying about everything I put on or in it. I like being selfish and having my body to myself for the most part, thank you very much.
Again, I was in good health while I was pregnant, but I seem to have missed out on many of the pregnancy perks. Glowing skin? Not so much. Crazy, sexy hormones? A few times, but nothing to write home about. A sense of peace and wonderment as I contributed to life on earth? That didnâ€™t really kick in until I popped my son out.
Based on my personal experience, I have to admit that I am skeptical when other women talk about how they miss being pregnant:
Six weeks from the other side. I absolutely love my little one, and I don’t quite want another yet, but oddly I miss being pregnant.
I miss feeling my baby move and kick around in my belly and having him mostly to myself. I miss knowing he is safe in there.
I miss how beautiful my bump and ‘motherly glow’ made me feel. I miss not worrying about my weight or how tight my pants were. I miss being able to eat large portions without judgmental looks.
I miss the extra care and attention people paid to me. My so always offering to give me massages and make me tea.
I miss knowing that I was miraculously growing a person inside me and appreciating the wonderful gift that is new life.
I miss being able to sleep whenever and go wherever I want.
So, clearly, this woman had a very different perspective from me during her pregnancy. I guess I can understand all of these benefits that she described, but they certainly werenâ€™t beneficial enough for me to miss feeling outrageously exhausted with a dull, throbbing lower back pain for nine months. (There I go complaining again.) I also felt uncomfortable when people lavished attention on me. I didnâ€™t really want to talk about what was going on with my body since it felt so unknown and out-of-control. I just wanted to get it over with and start getting to know my baby already.
You are allowed to feel however you want about your pregnancy, and Iâ€™m allowed not to believe you. I know that my distaste for pregnancy isnâ€™t universal, but I canâ€™t wrap my mind around missing being pregnant. The best moment comes in that sweet relief when you finally pop out your baby and meet him for the first time.